The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

for John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and he was the

tossed Samuel to

50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang, and Samuel smashed

his body

he directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the

words, but Sandra repeated it to

afraid, and he showed a

“Don’t worry about it.

that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at most only

someone will

and after I’m done, Peter will surely reward

quietly

stance, it seems that you’re not planning to act

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a mid-level first-stage Pulse

appeared in front of Albert, and he

even arrived, the

after one another,

in split seconds, the surrounding air appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to block Sandra from

as John attacked, Sandra felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in

have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John, he

his eyes were cold

he received the founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa Major’s

showcased it, his footwork had a sense

between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to

John’s expressions instantly changed.

movement like Sandra’s, nor had he

attacked, there was no

out dozens of palms which immediately caught up

of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air,

Bang!

and visible airwaves were

as he did not

slapped

Sandra that John struck, his

It was a phantom!

and at this time, he heard

of the sect,

John’s scalp tingle, and every

John was already swept into a